Love, 1 min readViera SubramaniamHurt, Lies, Imagination, Sri Lanka

Did I Imagine?

Love, 1 min readViera SubramaniamHurt, Lies, Imagination, Sri Lanka
Did I Imagine?

I sit here alone in my crowded home. My dog by my side. Tears fighting to leave my eyes.

Is it wrong what I feel? Am I pathetic? Should I have moved on?... Or better yet... realised that I haven't moved on?

Is it that unheard of that 5 months later, I am still waiting for that one sign... that one word... that I meant something to you, as much as you did to me?

They say I was one of many, but was I insane to think that I was at least worth your while?

Did I imagine your eyes crinkling when I did something you liked, did I imagine you brushing my hair out of my face while I pretended to be asleep, did I imagine those warnings signs I so blissfully ignored while they screamed at me, did I imagine you telling me that you'd be here for me always... even if it was as a friend?

Boy did you imagine that I'd never figure you out!

If only I'd imagined you as a stranger whose moves I'd come to know like the back of my hand.

Just trying to tread past the obstacle that is life.

Activism, 6 min readMariyam BegumReproductive Rights, Sri Lanka

The Life Within Me

I have society to fear, its grueling questions. While you might be the person telling me that it is a sin to kill the embryo growing within me, I also know you are among the people who would question my character and my chastity. I know, I shouldn’t fear the world created by the generations before me, but everyone existing in its aftermath hasn’t made it easier for me. Maybe you can’t be supportive of my decisions, maybe you’ll be in constant disagreement; nor would I ask you not to be.  But please, respect my being, accept my choices and do not decide them for me.

Activism, 6 min readMariyam BegumReproductive Rights, Sri Lanka
The Life Within Me
Fiction, 4 min readEllah HalletsAbuse, Kenya

Picture Perfect

G was at the gate. Perfect. I remembered about my earphones on the bed. I rushed for them, and as I was about to leave the front door, I bumped into him. I didn’t hear him come. I look at G for a second as he closed the gate. He apologized with his eyes. What could he do? A fresh cloud of mist covered my eyes as they darted between him, G and the gate. He is smiling at me. ‘I saw your mother leave. Where are you going?’

Fiction, 4 min readEllah HalletsAbuse, Kenya
Picture Perfect
Love, 4 min readSheelah OgudaDating, Relationships, Heartbreak, Kenya

Just Another Bloke In Life

You see during my childhood, my parents ensured I watched fairy-tale movies and had books filled with magical stories of knights and beautiful princesses who were in dire need of saving. I don’t think they knew the effect of all these stories towards my love life. They have made me view relationships as something sacred, something beautiful to be shared with ONLY that person who loves you.

Love, 4 min readSheelah OgudaDating, Relationships, Heartbreak, Kenya
Just Another Bloke In Life
Activism, 2 min readHilda ImaliFinding Yourself, Growth, Emotional Abuse, Kenya

Wrong

"You have been here long, but no change, in any case, it has been negative. You have lost yourself in him, what now?", the soft yet firm voice, echoed louder in my bones than in my inner ears. I thought I could fix him , I was wrong! My own emotions were in a fix. I thought I could heal him. Wrong, my own wounds of past were there glaring with rage in my heart.

Activism, 2 min readHilda ImaliFinding Yourself, Growth, Emotional Abuse, Kenya
Wrong